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Bognor Regis Blues

I was sitting in this pub in Bognor
The evening coming to its end;
I knew I knew the pot man and  suddenly I said
Your name's Frend, that's it, James Frend
We spoke at a tea dance in Cleethorpes
Do you remember that particular night?
You were telling me your prowess
As the blue rinsed crowd's delight.
He sidled to me on to the bench
Saying, Ah mate aint that the truth
But now I'm on the run old chap
From a female named Big Ruth.
She was just putty in my hands, old boy
She just couldn't resist my subtle attack
Then she said how we're both in love.
I just had to get her off my back;
So I caught the first train out that evening,
Changed connections twenty seven ways
To arrive would you believe in Bognor
Where I've had such miserable days;
And now you've gone and found me
So it's take the bullet between my teeth
Time for my emergency plan.
A furnished flat in Neath;
But I am pining for the tea rooms
They will get me in the end
I can't resist their attractions mate
As true as the name's James Frend.
He shook his silver mane
Asked  hand in my tin tray?
Pretend you never saw me,
And he was on his way.
I see him in my minds eye
Ruling those tea dance floors
All those blue rinsed matrons
Sighing, wanting, yearning
And asking him for more
A truly epic hedonist
He'll be game to the end
That great British Lothario
Waltzing Frend, James Frend.











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Bognor Regis Blues